The Season of Prettiest You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
Yeoreum’s house was small but cozy. Cute dolls and trinkets were placed all around—it looked exactly like a home shared by two women.
“It’s been so long since it was just the two of us talking.”
Yeoreum came out to the living room after peeling a peach. Young cleared the books off the table and set down the plate of peaches, then brought out beer and snacks too.
“You’ll be even busier from now on, unnie.”
“I guess so.”
“Yeah. Once filming starts, we won’t see each other for days on end.”
They shared what had happened over the past few days. Yeoreum talked about starting to see Taeseok every day again, while Young recounted her awkward reunion with Ruda at the shop.
“You both just keep going from one mountain to the next.”
Yeoreum let out a long sigh.
“It’s not both of us. Honestly, I just need to put on a polite act—I’m fine. But you, unnie, you’ve got the bigger problem.”
Young, whose heart was as lovely as her face, always looked out for Yeoreum first. Even her words of comfort were always sincere. Though five years younger, at moments like this she seemed more like the older sister.
“Taeseok oppa unilaterally restarted a relationship that you’d ended unilaterally. What are you going to do?”
With a sharp *pop*, she opened the beer. A perfect amount of foam spilled over prettily. She quickly wiped it with a tissue and handed it to Yeoreum.
Young had never once asked why Yeoreum and Taeseok broke up, but she’d figured it out pretty well on her own. How could she not? She was the only one who’d watched Yeoreum suffer right beside her after the breakup.
A separation forced by outside pressure—say, someone like the agency’s CEO.
Young gave a lonely smile.
“Taeseok oppa really is something else. How can someone be so persistent?”
“Tell me about it.”
Yeoreum answered with a sigh-like tone and gulped down the beer. The refreshing chill ran straight down her throat.
“What are you planning to do, unnie?”
“What can I do? Just quietly endure it. He’ll finish his revenge someday.”
“Revenge?”
Young tilted her head in confusion.
“You think what Taeseok oppa’s doing is revenge?”
“If it’s not that, then what is it?”
Young stared intently into Yeoreum’s eyes, her expression oddly unreadable. She hesitated, debating whether to say something, but ultimately turned her head away without speaking.
Was this something only Yeoreum didn’t know? Or were they both in the dark?
Revenge should be simpler and bolder than this. Besides, Taeseok certainly had the power to carry it out.
If he used his own casting as bait to force the production company to replace the writer, Yeoreum would be ruthlessly cut loose. Harsh as it was, that was reality—next to a top star, a powerless rookie writer held no value at all.
That would be true revenge.
If that happened even a few times, rumors that she was “blacklisted by Seo Taeseok” would spread instantly.
No matter how good her scripts were, industry insiders wouldn’t dare hire Choi Yeoreum, and she’d be forced out of the business before she’d even properly begun. It wouldn’t even take a full year for that to happen.
It was an easy, clean plan—ruin someone’s life without even meeting them face to face.
“Unnie, about Taeseok oppa’s gaze… How can a man look at a woman like that? You know how I used to get all fluttery for no reason back then, right?”
So Young started talking. She couldn’t say it directly, but she spoke honestly, hoping Yeoreum would realize it soon.
“They say Taeseok oppa has this overwhelmingly charismatic gaze, but when he’s with you, he’s nothing like that at all. What charisma? He’s either a fool or a puppy—take your pick.”
“Bringing up the past makes me uncomfortable.”
Yeoreum tried to shut her down, but Young didn’t stop.
“Once, I asked him what’s so great about Choi Yeoreum, and he got all serious by himself and couldn’t even give a proper answer. He said he couldn’t possibly pick just one thing, no matter how hard he thought. I mean, seriously—was that really worth hours of agonizing over? It was hilarious.”
Yeoreum didn’t reply.
“Actually, unnie… On the day that article came out accusing Seo Taeseok of tax evasion, he came to our house.”
“······!”
“It was pouring rain that day, and he waited outside all night for you. I’ve never told you this before because you had such a high fever back then—I just couldn’t bring myself to say it.”
“I didn’t know.”
“I lied and said you weren’t home, then turned to leave coldly, but he grabbed me and begged me to stop you from reading the internet. He said you’d get hurt seeing the whole world attacking him… He came because he was worried you’d be shocked by the hate comments.”
A dull ache started throbbing near Yeoreum’s heart.
“He said it was all fine—that he understood everything about the tax report… and told me to tell you to wait right where you were, that he’d handle it and come back. Of course, I was a terrible person, so I never passed on that message and just packed my things.”
Back then, seeing how hard Yeoreum was struggling, Young had actually hoped they’d break up quickly.
She’d kept this story hidden, thinking it wasn’t necessary to tell her—but now, seeing Yeoreum meeting Taeseok again, she felt she finally had to say it. She felt sorry for Yeoreum, who still hadn’t realized his feelings.
At this point, Yeoreum started wondering whether Young’s words were meant to comfort her or wound her. Just then, the pitter-patter of rain tapped against the window.
“It’s raining.”
Had it been raining like this that day too?
“If that’s not love, then love doesn’t exist in this world, unnie. Even if that love comes back as an arrow and hurts you, I think you should bear it somewhat. If you’ve been loved that deeply, you can handle a little hatred in return.”
She’d thought she’d already run out of regrets after feeling them countless times—but Young’s words drove another dagger into her heart. The man who’d stood in the rain two years ago walked straight into her mind.
Had it really been the best choice? Yeoreum still didn’t know the answer.
He was a man who simply didn’t know the meaning of giving up. Desperate to break up, she’d even accepted his tax evasion report scheme without resistance. She’d stabbed him in the back and walked away—but ever since, she’d been the one repeatedly pierced again and again.
It hurt. Seo Taeseok was a man who wounded her heart. She was sick of it. Yeoreum just wanted to be happy now.
Feelings didn’t matter anymore—it was a relationship that had already ended. That was all she needed to remember.
“It’s all in the past.”
Yeoreum spoke a bit stiffly.
“Once the drama ends, we won’t have any reason to see each other.”
Several days passed.
Yeoreum lived busily. She had to take care of postponed tasks before starting to commute to Taeseok’s house on Monday. On her last weekday, she went to the bank to reset her public certification password, then stopped by a bookstore to buy a physical book she’d been wanting.
On her way back, she spotted a department store. She remembered the man who’d opened the door for her, dressed neatly in a crisp shirt. After a long hesitation, she bought a few outfits and some shoes.
It must have been years since she’d gone shopping at a department store.
She chuckled slightly, almost bewildered, as she got on the subway.
So that’s why she’d been bothered by it—the day she’d shown up with a plain hair tie, her hair completely unadorned. Truly, such an incomprehensible feeling.
The doorbell rang exactly at nine.
Taeseok, drenched in sweat, had just finished his final set and was getting up.
He’d planned to exercise for just thirty minutes, but two hours had already passed. He’d started working out to clear his head, but it’d only made his confusion worse. He shook his head slightly, and droplets of sweat fell in a shower.
His whole body was soaked. He took a deep breath, calming himself, and drank a glass of water.
‘Ah… Should I just tell her to come in? It’s not like it’s a secret.’
He looked down at himself and considered it briefly—but shook his head in the end.
There was no need to go out of his way to reveal that the front door’s password was still Choi Yeoreum’s birthday. He just hadn’t bothered to change it. He quickly wiped himself down with a towel and walked toward the entrance.
When he opened the door, Yeoreum stood there. Taeseok spoke as dryly as possible.
“Come in.”
Yeoreum, who’d been staring at her toes, slowly lifted her gaze—until her eyes met his.
No wonder she’d sensed such a strong body scent—he wasn’t wearing a top. Yeoreum nearly screamed.
He’d been the one to specifically say “be here by nine,” yet he greeted her in such an unprepared state—what was she supposed to do? No matter how little she valued herself, such rudeness was unacceptable.
Taeseok was still breathing heavily. With a slightly furrowed brow from trying to steady his breath, he stepped aside from the doorway. True to his reputation as an exercise fanatic, he’d clearly pushed himself hard since early morning.
“What are you waiting for? Come in.”
Yeoreum tensed her toes. His strangely stimulating expression and scent had gripped her throat tight since morning, refusing to let go.
She took a quick breath inward and moved her body. Worried even the slightest touch of his fingertips might graze her, she carefully sidestepped and hurried inside.
She thought she heard a faint, mocking chuckle from behind—but she was too flustered to care.
“Wait a moment.”
Taeseok said coldly, as if her reaction meant nothing to him, and headed into the bathroom. Only then could Yeoreum finally breathe. Another minute, and she might’ve had a heart attack.
‘He must be out of his mind. Seo Taeseok—why is he acting like this?’
Her heart pounded uncontrollably, probably from the shock. She fanned herself with her hand, trying to calm down—but it didn’t help at all.
‘Can I at least have a glass of water?’
She came to her senses only to realize she’d been pacing the living room nonstop.
She stopped walking and looked around. Only now did the place truly come into focus. Since their reunion, she’d deliberately avoided looking—but slowly, details she’d ignored began catching her eye.
A framed picture of the blue ocean she loved, and a large potted plant, stood out.
Too uneasy to even drink water, she gave up and walked toward the frame. She could barely recall the painter’s name now.
Back then, the artist had been a rookie, but Taeseok had immediately bought the painting because she’d loved its color palette. It had been too big for her apartment, so it stayed here.
“Take it anytime. I’ll just keep it stored for you.”
Did this painting still belong to her? She shook her head, imagining how brazenly demanding it back would make him react. She didn’t actually want to ask for it, and hanging it in her home still didn’t feel right.
‘He’d probably get really angry, that’s all.’
Then, suddenly, a particular door caught her eye.
It was the workspace he’d named “Yeoreum’s Room.” Every detail—from the trash can to the stapler—had been carefully chosen to match her tastes. It was here that the script for *Hold My Hand* had been completed.
“Use it comfortably. I made it for you.”
“Wow. It’s seriously spacious and nice. I’m touched.”
Fleeting echoes of their past couple’s banter drifted past the doorway.
What was this room used for now?
Yeoreum stood before the door, wondering how long Taeseok had been in the shower.
She turned and looked toward the distant bathroom. There was no sign of the door opening anytime soon. She couldn’t know for sure just by looking—but that’s how it felt.
‘Would it be okay… just for a moment?’
She’d been too uncomfortable even to drink water—so where did this sudden courage come from? Yeoreum gently opened the door. She’d intended only a quick peek before closing it again—but the scene inside, bathed in streaming light, felt overwhelmingly familiar.
‘Good grief. No way.’
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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